tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47941749760370188002024-03-14T01:29:02.132+05:00My Other Facets. . .Maryam Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01845546521951112869noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-90170428747712481392016-03-29T20:14:00.000+05:002016-03-29T20:14:00.342+05:00Grieve for the Killers
These killers
These killers aren't Muslims
They do not follow Islam
They do not follow Allah,
Al Raheem (the merciful)
Al Ghaffar (the great forgiver)
Al Wadud (the loving one)
These killers
They kill non-Muslims
They kill Muslims
They do not differentiate
These killers
They blow up women and children
They blow up young and old men
They blow up whoever comes in their way
They blow up Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-88066157670680324782015-11-02T03:30:00.001+05:002015-11-02T03:34:54.692+05:00Salon Review : Raintree Spa
I saw the Chi Enviro deal at Raintree Spa and decided to go for it. It was 3 pm and I called them to ask if I could come the same day. They said yes provided that I make it by 4 pm max. I also asked if they had an all-women environment because I am a hijabi and the treatment required me to expose hair. To this also the woman on the call confirmed that there were no men around.
I left home at Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-32884203758818807812014-07-15T08:54:00.001+05:002014-07-15T08:55:43.328+05:00Nueplex's Nonsense
I had always thought I would never publicly bash a brand or a business, especially if it is something that isn't critical.
Nueplex cinema has forced me to go against this resolution.
Sometime back I posted feedback on Nueplex's Facebook page. The post wasn't ignored - it was Deleted.
A little later I came across a blog post. The post AND the comments below echoed my experience. (http://Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-64474977349003537882014-07-15T07:30:00.003+05:002014-07-15T08:49:01.533+05:00Fickle Me
I am human
I am fickle.
In a moment,
I can burn my home,
Desert my dreams,
Scar my face.
On an impulse,
I can discard life,
Shed blood,
Question God.
In an instant,
I can unleash the madness
That has lingered within for eons
That has waited to rejoice in my destruction.
For I am human
And I am fickle.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-6132509074704121842013-12-13T14:09:00.002+05:002013-12-13T14:09:51.237+05:00Pretty Young Thing?
You are a beauty with brains. The magnificence of your mind complements the wisdom of your words and the luster of your looks.
But THEY will love you for your pretty face - ONLY.
At first you dismiss the admiration as superficial and insist that you be heard instead instead of being scanned and seen. But that doesn't ever happen.
Your dazzling smile, your flattering dresses, your Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-14002476917516321562013-12-11T05:33:00.000+05:002013-12-11T05:39:26.252+05:005 Things I Miss about Karachi
It’s been over six months since I’ve been living outside my
homeland i.e. Pakistan and I occasionally am asked, ‘Do you miss Karachi?’
At first I wonder what
the person means by Karachi. These
days the very word Karachi sketches
an utterly grim picture in one’s mind – sacks filled with dead bodies, corpses
hanging by bridges, labor starving because of frequent strikes, etc. But then
giving Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-70238688612085702322013-11-22T20:58:00.000+05:002013-11-23T03:19:39.076+05:00How Hijab Came to my Family
20 years back there was no female in my paternal or maternal
family who covered her head with a scarf or dupatta.
Not even my grandmother who wore sleeveless blouses in her youth. I can use
this fact to elaborate on how ‘liberal’ my family is as well how ‘ignorant’ it was about the particular concept of
hijab in Islam.
Interesting how something can be perceived by one man as
liberty and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-5869320861088990092013-10-27T19:00:00.000+05:002013-10-27T19:00:08.243+05:00The Soft Brown Earth
Alright, my last blog post said I'd be blogging about how ''A cheesecake made my day''. But even before I could revive my memory of cheesecakes and ecstasy, I happened to produce the random-est poem I have ever come up with - in five minutes. And here it is now, chilling on my blog.
Cheers ^_^
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Dubai - United Arab Emirates25.271139 55.30748500000004224.3507025 54.01659150000004 26.191575500000003 56.598378500000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-32975885018623847502013-10-20T12:41:00.003+05:002013-10-20T12:45:45.271+05:00Turn in Life - Turn in Blogging!
Okay. I have been so lazy with this blog that it is almost …
lazy? :P Too lazy to even think of a synonym for lazy, hah!
I guess the lazy blogger syndrome comes from the fact that
my lifestyle has taken a turn. And the things I have been blogging about such
as religion, politics, life, etc. though still relevant, don’t occupy my head
as much as they used to before. Thanks to things that takeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2Dubai - United Arab Emirates25.271139 55.30748500000004224.3507025 54.01659150000004 26.191575500000003 56.598378500000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-18965567841062785542013-10-13T04:23:00.000+05:002013-10-13T04:56:45.896+05:00Heart : A Peephole to Your Future
Ever dreamt a dream that was all about things you were going
through? And the fears, joys, tension, hopes, etc. of your real life, all
followed you in that dream?
Our dreams are like a mirror to our real life. They tell us
what awaits us when we wake up.
Similarly, this world is a Dream too. And somehow it is a
clear mirror of what awaits us when we will wake up on the Day of Judgement. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-34247597497946368322013-10-06T03:35:00.001+05:002013-10-06T03:49:11.883+05:005 Perils of Living On Your Own
Okay so if you are living that big city life on your own,
you have all the independence you can dream of. So much independence, that it
is not even all that cool any more. And on the other hand there are certain
perils that you can get into given that you are such a lone soul in a big big
city. May be peril is not the word but I’ll just use it any way :P
So here we go. Here are some of the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-88079700279558249442013-09-25T13:03:00.000+05:002013-09-25T13:05:50.426+05:00Of Cursed Blessings and Blessed Curses
Everything
in this world is the test from Allah.
Health and sickness – Friendship
and enmity – Wealth and poverty – Wisdom and ignorance – Hope and despair – Prosperity
and loss – And so on…
None of these things are blessings or curses on their own.
As Muslims, we perceive all these elements in a very different light. We believe that anything that brings us closer
to Allah, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1Dubai - United Arab Emirates25.271139 55.30748500000004224.3507025 54.01659150000004 26.191575500000003 56.598378500000045tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-24439162877939769102013-05-12T15:48:00.000+05:002013-05-12T15:48:00.428+05:00What Happened in Karachi on the Election day - 2013
A lot has been, is being and will be said about the 2013
elections in Karachi. The entire country is listening to stories about how the
election process is emerging in Karachi about the media. Personally, I experienced nothing extra ordinary happened at
my polling station, I would like to share some of the experiences my friends
shared on social media.
<!--[if !supportLists]-->1. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-24479863252496518462013-05-05T02:56:00.000+05:002013-05-05T03:08:55.054+05:00Pakistan, the Land of Evil
I was never a patriot. Having grown up in the Middle East till the age of 10 with parents who never spoke positively about Pakistan much, I never grew to care about a country that I spent hardly a month in each year. My trips were happy yet unpleasant. The joy of being showered with love by relatives was mingled with the fear of being kidnapped, the pain of electricity failures, the stink of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-3967957017762240192013-01-12T23:06:00.003+05:002013-01-12T23:06:42.894+05:00When the Dead Bodies Wait
In the land of pure
Hundreds of thousands cry
Hoping for a cure
While dozens everyday die
The dead bodies wait,
Beside their loved ones,
Who question the fate
Of their murdered sons
Meanwhile, their king stays
In his blood soaked bed
And passes his days
Well protected, well fed
But it is my Lord
In whom I place my hope
Who lends his sword
Those who hold tight his rope
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-21532067451874315642012-09-28T15:09:00.000+05:002012-09-28T15:09:15.969+05:00What the Pakistani Government Does not Want You to Watch
Two years back I went to Dubai to intern for a month. While doing so I one happened to surf across Pakistani TV channels and man! I felt like Pakistan was nothing but an apocalyptic land where nothing other than violence, bloodshed and destruction happened. These channels portrayed our country like it was a habitat of civilian and political beasts.
Being a resident of Karachi I have a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-27006131967272346892012-09-21T10:46:00.002+05:002012-09-21T10:50:52.496+05:00How I came to Wear an Abaya
I have been wearing the headscarf since 2005 when I was 15. Later,
around in 2007, I learned more about the Islamic dress code for women
and realized that an abaya was an essential garment. But it wasn't until
2010 that I actually started wearing one. It took me three years to
prepare myself for I knew wearing an abaya is no easy task. Some of the
issues that I had resolve before Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-51277061676735411512012-07-16T00:14:00.003+05:002012-07-16T00:14:21.312+05:00Strange but True - Story Series
Okay, so I have been away from this blog for a very long while. My job nature literally drains all my literary energy (I write for a living). But there's one thing that can make up for my frequent disappearances - the Strange but True Series.
The Strange but True Series will be blogposts about real life incidencts I witness or come to hear of from neighbours, friends, relatives and others Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-56880946715618526702012-03-28T01:38:00.001+05:002012-03-28T01:41:02.388+05:00My 3 Favorites from Hobnob
NO! I am not a brand associate of Hobnob, nor have I been paid by them to write this post. It’s just my love (leaning almost towards lust) for the goodies at this bakery that has driven me to share the top three things that I simply can’t say no to.A few days back, a bag full of Hobnob goodies inspired me to write about them. So I took some photos. Here we go…Item # 1 – Death by ChocolateYes, ifUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-67448432294254401652012-03-25T15:09:00.001+05:002012-03-25T15:12:52.937+05:00Pleasure Centered?
Yes, it’s been almost a year since I last posted on the blog. Reason? Well like I mentioned earlier, blogging is more like a way of relieving myself from mental stress. Having graduated from school and working nine to five doesn’t let me be in that situation any more. It feels numb rather than stressful. And this numbness apparently feels cured only with a bit of ‘entertainment’ on Sundays. TheUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-33321059059882400092011-07-18T04:56:00.000+05:002011-07-18T04:56:36.669+05:00Men of Today and Yesterday - A SummaryIf one wishes to speak to one's Lord, one prays to Him and if one wishes to hear one's Lord, Quran speaks out and so vividly it does so that a heart which has even one tiny shred of Emaan softens, and wishes to do nothing else but submit to the All Merciful, All Forgiving.
I happened to re-read Surah Al Fajr and it has become my third favourite Surah after Surah Ikhlaas and Surah Al Asr. It is asUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-8015830068525831462011-03-20T21:54:00.001+05:002011-03-20T22:50:47.074+05:00Walked beside burning buses, dodged through bullets but I am not leaving Pakistan
It’s barely been 15 minutes since I arrived in the safe confines of my home and I am still trembling from what I just experienced.
Location of event: MausamyatDate: March 20, 2011Time: 7:30 pmComing from: Extra class at City Campus, IBA (Sadar)
My friend was supposed to drop me at Mausamyat from where I had to move straight ahead towards my home by public transport while she had to take a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-32979679114514868682010-09-06T02:30:00.000+05:002010-09-06T02:30:09.477+05:0063 years - Are our borders still safe?
Alhamdulliah, we are are very lucky indeed to have Pakistan intact after 63 years in spite of the innumerable calamities and difficulties that have befallen our beloved homeland Pakistan. Today I feel very proud that I belong to the Islamic Republic of Pakistan - a country which was created in the name of Islam. I also feel very proud of my dear brothers and sisters who Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-38573700987779175582010-09-01T22:42:00.000+05:002010-09-01T22:42:12.438+05:00Weren’t we already expecting Bombs today?One of the most frequent tragic causes of headlines on Pakistani news channels is bombs. Bombs in the mosques, bombs at religious or political processions, bombs at other gatherings and even hospitals…
What is the common thing among them all?
Doesn’t take a second to get it – all these situations are heavily populated.
Here, a few e-clippings illustrate my point.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4794174976037018800.post-11561894767388128592010-08-28T16:37:00.002+05:002010-08-31T01:14:50.579+05:00IBA-Course-Registration-BluesOne whole week of going to West Wharf, a place hundreds of light years away from my home, while fasting in this surprisingly hot week of August and going to field work to slums, hospitals, etc, made me desperately wait for that one Saturday which I could spend at my discretion. But, it seems like IBA doesn’t like that idea. The course registration was supposed to take place on that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6